Luyện nghe bài hát The Cowboys' Christmas Ball

Way out in Old Nevada, where the waters flow,
Where the cattle are "a-browzin'," an' the Spanish ponies
Where the Northers "come a-whistlin'" from the Neutral Strip;
And the dogs are sneezin', as if they had "The Grip";
Where the cayotes come a-howlin' 'round the after dark,
And the bluebirds are to the lovely "meadow lark";
Where the bighorns are a-grazin' and the plovers call
It was there that I "The Cowboys' Christmas Ball."
(whoo!)

The boys had left the ranches and come to in piles;
The ladies"kinda scatterin'"had in for miles..
The room was togged out mistletoe and shawls,
And candles flickered frescoes, around the walls.
The folk looked lovely-the boys looked kinda treed,
the leader got to yellin': "Hey! fellers, let's stampede,"
And the started sighin', an' awailin' through the hall
As a kind of to "The Cowboys' Christmas Ball."

Their leader was a feller came from Swenson's ranch,
They him "Windy Billy," from "little Deadman's Branch."
His rig was "kinda careless," big spurs and high-heeled
He had the reputation come when "a fellers shoots."
His voice was like a bugle a mountainous height;
His feet were an' a mighty, movin' sight,
he commenced to hollerin', "Now, fellers stake your pen!
"Lock horns with all them heifers, an' 'em like men.
"Saloot yer critters; now swing an' let 'em go,
"Climb the grape 'round 'emall hands do-ce-do!
"You Mavericks, join the round-up- Just her waterfall,"
Huh! It was gettin' happy, The Christmas Ball

Don't me 'bout cotillions, or germans. No sire'ee!
whirl at Carson City just takes the cake with me.
I'm sick of lazy shufflin's, of them had my fill,
Just me a frontier break-down, backed up by Wild Ol' Bill.

McAllister ain't nowhere, Windy leads the show,
I've seen 'em in harness, and so I sorta know
Oh, Bill, I sha'n't forget ya, and oftentimes recall,
That lively gaited sworray"The Christmas Ball."

Oh, Bill, I sha'n't ya, and I'll oftentimes recall,
lively gaited sworray"The Cowboys' Christmas Ball."